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LOCHIEL. False Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death.Michigan in the War - Page 478by Michigan. Adjutant-General's Department - 1882 - 1039 pagesFull view - About this book

...avaunt! I have marshalled my clan — Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his...

...Wizard, avaunt! I have marshaled my clan; Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. 45. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash...

...avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his...

...Jacobins, chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — ', They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures...

...Jacobins, chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — "They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." But this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures...

...Wizard, avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock! Let him dash his...

...Wizard, avaunt 1 1 have marshalledmy clan, Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his...

...chanting hymns in honour of their principles when perishing from their effects : — •- Ther are trne to the last of their blood and their breath, And, like reapers, descend to the harvest of death." Bnt this constancy of individuals when suffering under the measures...

...Wizard, avaunt! I have marshalled my clan: Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath. And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock I Let him dash his...

...avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, — their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his...